Ariell. Thou lyest. Cal. Thou lyest, thou jesting Monkey thou: I would my valiant Master would destroy thee. I do not lye. 50 Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed. Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Isle From me, he got it. If thy Greatnesse will Revenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st) But this Thing dare not. Ste. That's, most certaine. Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serve thee. 60 Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee asleepe, Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head. Ariell. Thou liest, thou canst not. Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scurvy patch: I do beseech thy Greatnesse give him blowes, And take his bottle from him: When that's gone, He shall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not shew him Where the quicke Freshes 1 are. 1 springs 70 Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by this hand, Ile turne my mercie out o'doores, and make a Stockfish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: Ile go farther off. Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed? Ariell. Thou liest. Ste. Do I so? 51-2. prose-POPE. Take thou that, [Beats Trin.] 61-2. prose-POPE. 71-2. prose-Porz. As 80 you like this, give me the lye another time. Trin. I did not give the lie: Out o'your wittes, and hearing too? A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo: A murren on your Monster, and the divell take your fingers. Cal. Ha, ha, ha. Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand further off. Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time Ile beate him too. Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede. 90 Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with him I'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him, Having first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand 1 with thy knife. Remember First to possesse his Bookes; for without them Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not One Spirit to command: they all do hate him As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes, He ha's brave Utensils (for so he calles them) Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall. And that most deeply to consider, is The beautie of his daughter: he himselfe Cals her a non-pareill: I never saw a woman But onely Sycorax my Dam, and she; But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax, As great'st do's least. Ste. Is it so brave a Lasse? 1 windpipe 100 109 Cal. I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood. 81-5. prose-POPE. Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queene, save our Graces: and Trinculo and thy selfe shall be Vice-royes: Dost thou like the plot Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. Ste. Give me thy hand, I am sorry I beate thee: But while thou liv'st keepe a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe, Wilt thou destroy him then? Ste. I on mine honour. Ariell. This will I tell my Master. I 20 Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure, Let us be jocond. Will you troule the Catch You taught me but whileare? Ste. At thy request Monster, I will do reason, Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let us sing. Sings. Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and flout 'em, Thought is free. Cal. That's not the tune. 130 Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe. Ste. What is this same? Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the picture of No-body. Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thy selfe in thy likenes: If thou beest a divell, take't as thou list. Trin. O forgive me my sinnes. Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee; Ste. No Monster, not I. Cal. Be not affeard, the Isle is full of noyses, Sounds, and sweet aires, that give delight and hurt not: Sometimes a thousand twangling Instruments Will hum about mine eares; and sometime voices, That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe, Will make me sleepe againe, and then in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and shew riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak'd I cri'de to dreame againe. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdome to me, Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the storie. Trin. The sound is going away, Lets follow it, and after do our worke. Ste. Leade Monster, 150 Wee'l follow: I would I could see this Taborer, 160 He layes it on. Trin. Wilt come? Ile follow Stephano. Scena Tertia. [Another part of the island.] Exeunt. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzallo, Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir, 152-63. prose-POPE. 5. akes: ache (ake)—2-4F. Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse To th'dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest: IO Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks Ant. [Aside to Seb.] I am right glad, that he's so out of hope: Doe not for one repulse forgoe the That you resolv'd t'effect. purpose Seb. [Aside to Ant.] The next advantage will we take throughly. I Ant. [Aside to Seb.] Let it be to night, For now they are oppress'd with travaile, they As when they are fresh. 20 Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (invisible:) Enter severall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket; and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and inviting the King, Sc. to eate, they depart. | Seb. [Aside to Ant.] I say to night: no more. 29 Alo. Give us kind keepers, heavens: what were these? Seb. A living Drolerie:1 now I will beleeve That there are Unicornes: that in Arabia There is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one Phoenix At this houre reigning there. Ant. Ile beleeve both: 1 puppet-show And what do's else want credit, come to me And Ile besworne 'tis true: Travellers nere did lye, Though fooles at home condemne 'em. |